"The Holocrons are mine, they were here when I arrived, and they've kept me company ever since, besides, I don't believe you when you say that you mean me no harm, the Jedi were always good at forging lies after all," Vector hissed in anger, he still had an instilled disposition against the Jedi, even if he no longer considered them his enemy, he had still been literally raised to believe them dangerous, and untrustworthy, not to mention evil, from the Sith point of view, they were - after all. Vector suppressed his subconscious dislike of the Jedi and continued. "What reassurance can you give me that you mean me no harm, what can you do to prove to me that you won't strike the moment you find me?"

Vector slipped on his Phrik Gauntlet, and pulled out his Lightsaber, which was oddly unnatural in length, and it's pummel cap didn't seem to match the rest of the shaft. He sensed the will of the female Jedi, she was ready to strike, he could even see it in her body language, the stance she took while standing. He had to be ready too.

"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)